Town poem The town of Forkly, Alabama is tiny and sweet If you live there, you are sure to get a Coca-Cola treat It is hard to get a job here So many sit around and drink beer The Depression is here and not ready to leave Although many think it will and still believe The weather here is hot and sunny Yet the people are always happy and funny It’s all nice until day meets night When scary things come out and give people fright Pepe’s ghost is one that comes out But don’t think he is as small as a trout This ghost is big and scary They say he eats small kids and dairy When he was alive he was a cold hard killer Even though he worked as a miller There are many bums here that like to steal Cause all they want is one lonesome meal The streets here are quiet and covered in dirt This is where the bums live so you have to be alert Being in Alabama there are issues with race The life in this town, not many embrace And now Forkly has barely a trace
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The town of Forkly, Alabama is tiny and sweet
If you live there, you are sure to get a Coca-Cola treat
It is hard to get a job here
So many sit around and drink beer
The Depression is here and not ready to leave
Although many think it will and still believe
The weather here is hot and sunny
Yet the people are always happy and funny
It’s all nice until day meets night
When scary things come out and give people fright
Pepe’s ghost is one that comes out
But don’t think he is as small as a trout
This ghost is big and scary
They say he eats small kids and dairy
When he was alive he was a cold hard killer
Even though he worked as a miller
There are many bums here that like to steal
Cause all they want is one lonesome meal
The streets here are quiet and covered in dirt
This is where the bums live so you have to be alert
Being in Alabama there are issues with race
The life in this town, not many embrace
And now Forkly has barely a trace